One Can Be Instructed In Society, One

What Sort Of God Would It Be, Who Only Pushed From Without.

We Are The Slaves Of Objects Around Us, And Appear Little Or Important According As These Contract Or Give Us Room To Expand.

Our Passions Are The True Phoenixes; When The Old One Is Burnt Out, A New One Rises From Its Ashes.

Whoever Gives Himself Up To Solitude, Ah! He Is Soon Alone.

True Works Of Art Are A Manifestation Of The Higher Laws Of Nature.